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Chapter 12

I was sitting in the Potters library.

Yes, they had a library. And it was huge.

Books filled the bookshelves, cramped and dusted. Some torn and broken, others clean and crisped, having that fresh and papery smell. I smiled, it was nice. All these books filled with unknown knowledge waiting for me to read them.

Mrs. Potter walked around; looking at random books; either shaking her head and putting it back or smile and throw it onto a pile, which I am guessing that is the reading pile.

After about twenty books being thrown in to the 'good' pile, she brought them all to me. I stared at them nervously. She saw my expression and smiled,

"This will be for your extra reading."

I sighed relived, though I was a little curious to what I would be reading then.

She walked over to a relatively large cupboard, bent down and pulled out many newspapers.

She placed them in front of me.

"You will be reading all of these. That will be your homework." She raised her eyebrow, waiting for me to give her cheek.

I nodded, having seen Mrs. Potters temper before, besides I was more than happy to read some newspapers.

She left leaving me with a bunch of dusty, outdated newspapers to read.

I sighed, "Better get started,"

I picked up the first newspaper and read the date 2000.

Twenty one years ago.

Damn, this was going to take long.

I sneezed, having blown the dust of an extremely dusty newspaper.

"Bless you." Lily murmured, not taking her eyes off a book she was enthralled by.

"Thanks." I sighed, resting my head against the book infested table, tired.

Pages, books, pens and papers covered ever inch of the surface, I was even starting a pretty impressive pile on the floor.

Reading seemed to be the only thing I have been doing since I started two day ago. I was now at 2019. And even though I was almost up to date, I was still learning so much .

Apparently, before 2000 there was a huge war, involving a dark wizard ad Mr. Potter. I didn't see that coming to be honest. The guy is brave and all but to think that he actually saved the entire magical world was a little out-of-my-mind.

So that lead to him being super famous and being stalked by the entire magical world. I have been living with a super famous family and I did not even know, pretty cool and creepy.

I was just starting 2020 when James barged in, I sighed seeing as no work will be done while he was still here. He walked over and sat in the open chair across me from the table and started tapping his foot against the wooden floor ,waiting for one of us to stop ignoring him.

Tap

Tap…

I exhaled, trying not to lose my patience, "Yes?"

I asked.

He grinned, "Finally! Took a while didn't it."

"It was less than ten seconds." I proclaimed.

He grinned, "Exactly, but that is not the reason I am here. Now I need to talk to you to about something important."

Lily looked up from her book, eyeing him suspiciously, "About what?"

"It's about dads birthday." He whispered.

I didn't know why seeing as Mr. potter was at work.

"When is it?" I asked.

"Day after tomorrow." He answered back.

I almost feel of my chair. That was so short. It was hardly any time to do anything, let alone come up with something.

"What am I going to get him?" I asked.

James shook his head, "You don't have to get him anything."

I ignored him, getting up from my chair, "Excuse me."

I left.

I ran through the house that I became familiar with, looking for Mrs. Potter. I turned the corner and crashed into a hard object, I managed to catch myself before I fell. I looked up to see that it was Albus.

Weird, I haven't seen him in the last two days at all.

"Oh, it's you." He murmured, almost nastily.

What's wrong with him? I shrugged; I did not have time to ponder about his sudden change in demeanor, he doesn't have to be so mean.

"Yes me, excuse me." I said icily, storming passed him.

I ran through the whole house, looking everywhere that Mrs. Potter could be.

I sighed and decided to look outside and there she was outside sitting on an old wooden bench.

"Mrs. Potter." I screamed, running towards her.

She smiled when I was in front of her.

"Sit." She pointed to the open seat next to her.

I did as she said, catching my breath.

"Are you alright?" She asked me again so motherly.

I nodded, "Yes, but I need your help."

She seemed surprised, "Yes, anything."

"It is Mr. Potters birthday in two days." I said.

She chuckled, "I am aware of that."

I smiled, "I don't know what to get him for his birthday. And don't say that I don't have to get him something because I don't have to, I want to."

She sighed, "But you don't. You see, Mr. Potter is just happy to be spending time with his family. That's all he wants."

"Yes, but I want to do something special for him." I said desperately.

She looked t my quizzically for a few moments, "You really are not going to give up, are you?"

I nodded.

She sighed, "He likes thing that are handmade, nothing special or extravagant. So I would say something personal."

I frowned, thinking about what she said and sighed, "I could always draw him something."

She smiled, "He would love that."

I stared into nothing, mulling over what to draw him.

My shoulders sagged, "But what?"

She playfully nudged my shoulders, "Think about what I said. Something personal."

I thought over this again, until I got it.

"Brilliant!" I exclaimed. "I'll draw his family."

Mrs. Potter beamed, "He would love that."

I pondered a little bit about my what I would be needing.

"I don't have a big enough paper for it." I realized sadly.

Mrs. Potter waved her hand, dismissing the thought.

" You go get your stuff ready so long and leave the paper to me."

I hugged her, " Thank you. I will be in my room."

I got up and ran to my bedroom, envisioning the picture already. A family portrait. I could do that.

Once I arrived in my room, I unpacked and sharpened all my panicles and cleared out my desk.

I didn't have to wait long as Mrs. Potter entered the room with a paper the size of half my body.

"Wow. You delivered." I muttered in awe.

She chuckled, "You said big paper."

I laughed and big it was.

I took it from her and placed it on the table and stared at it for a few moments, debating how I should do it. Once I was finished, I turned to Mrs. Potter who was waiting patiently.

I clapped my hands, "Okay, why don't we do you first?"

Her eyes widened, "No, I am not dressed up or anything."

I shook my head, "It doesn't matter, and you are gorgeous anyway. Besides if you're not happy with it, I could always make alterations if you like."

She shrugged, "Harry must just deal with it."

She took her seat in the middle of the room where I placed a chair.

I walked around her a couple of times and walked back to my paper and started to draw.

To be honest Mrs. Potter was fairly easy to draw. She sat still and quiet, allowing me to concentrate.

I let her leave after an hour, having memorized what I needed. After five hours she was done, I stood back to view my drawing. I nodded, pretty impressed with how it turned out. I added a few final changes here and there; I looked out the window noticing the various colors that painted the sky. I walked over and sat on the chair that I had placed there the day before.

The sun was setting, the sky getting darker and my eyes stared to close.

I screamed. My scream echoing in the small, dark and dusted room.

"That one hurt, didn't it?" The unknown person asked cruelly.

I wriggled, trying get as far away from him as possible. But it was impossible, I stuck to the chair, my hands and legs chained to it so tightly that they started to lose feeling.

He walked towards me slowly, anticipation. He stopped in front of me and leaned over me, I stopped wriggling and stared at him dead on. I wasn't going to let him have power over me.

" So sad, isn't it?" He whispered into my ear, I recoiled away from him.

" Tell us what we need to know and all this could stop. No pain or misery . Nothing. We could even be friends." He whispered against the skin of my neck.

How dare he?

I carried on looking straight, fighting the urge to shudder. He looked at me in the eyes, I stared back.

"Nothing?" he asked, getting impatient.

Again I said nothing. Let them kill me, torture me, hurt me.

" You enjoy screaming don't you. You enjoy watching innocent lives end before your very eyes."

He was mocking me. Of course I didn't like it, I hated it. Everything about this was malicious , brutal and not human. I would rather die than watch innocent lives end because of me and they knew that.

He looked at me, waiting for me to speak, to show some form of feeling or anything, but I wasn't. I wasn't in pain anymore, I was angry.

" Just tell us." He ordered, getting more and more impatient.

I waited not saying anything, carried on looking straight.

He didn't answer immediately, but I felt it. His big, hard fist collided with my face. It hurt, I could feel water fall down my cheeks, I shut my mouth trying not to make sound.

He pulled my face to look at him.

His eyes dead and cold, eyes that had no soul to show.

" Answer me you stuck up, insolent little bitc-"

I spat in his face. No one called me a bitch.

He looked at me in shock first, then raise his hand to his eye and whipped the spit away. I stared at him again and carried on staring, I didn't even stop once his fists collided with every part of my body. I didn't care, he couldn't kill me and for that I laughed.

I just couldn't stop laughing, here he was about to beat me to death and I didn't care. Maybe it was the no sleep, or the lack of food or even the hours of torture, but I couldn't stop laughing and that seemed to add wood to the fire.

His fist , kicks and scratches got a lot faster and harder. I knew I was close to death but I didn't care, I was ready to die.

And so my laughter went on echoing in the room.

He pulled my hair back and sunk his teeth into my neck. I stopped laughing at once and a scream replaced it instead. I could close my eyes I was in such pain, so I saw the other guards, who just watching all this go on, pull him off me and tear him apart.

My torturer was dead and so was his venom.

My eyes flashed open and my hands flying to my neck, clutching it.

I was frozen for a few moments, I wasn't sure if I could move. The memory replayed in my head, over and over again. I had to stop myself from screaming, it was all too real. I forced myself to get up, I had to do something. I got up and walked out of the room.

I walked down the stairs and to the lounge only to see Albus sitting on a couch.

He didn't look up from the letter he was writing. Hoping he was not in the same foul mood as this morning.

I cleared my throat, "Mind if I sit here?"

He looked up and saw me. He put down his quill and snapped, " You never asked before."

I was a little taken back, " Well I haven't seen you in a bad mood before."

He gathered up his stuff and stood up, " Doesn't matter, I was just leaving anyway."

I couldn't handle this, the memory was still playing over and over in my head.

" Albus. Why are you angry with me?" I yelled at him, trying to keep my voice from shaking.

" Just leave me alone, girl." He snapped at me and stormed out, passing me.

I stared at where he sat a few minutes ago.

Girl?

That hurt a lot more than it should. We were friends . I was Aurora and he was Albus.

Now he is Albus and I am Girl.

I absent mindedly made my way to the library. I couldn't get over our fight, I felt faint. I wasn't used to all this. My mind was going hysterical not only over the argument but also the memory. I needed to calm down, I needed to vent.

I collapsed into my seat, breathing in and out, trying to subdue the anger and frustration building up inside of me. I picked up a newspaper attempting to read it but my hands were shacking so much, making the words blurry.

And that was it.

I threw it to the floor in anger.

I hated it. I hated the vampires. I hated Albus. I hated the fact that I couldn't be normal, or have a normal family and a normal past. I screamed in frustration.

James ran into the library and grabbed me, pulling me into a hug. I didn't cry, there were no more tears that could be speared.

James said nothing ,only hold me in his strong arms . He pulled me to the floor , so that we both were sitting. My body was shacking so badly.

After I had calmed down he asked me, " What's wrong?"

I could have laughed. What isn't wrong? I knew that if I had been my normal self I would have answered sarcastically but I couldn't. Instead I told him about my nightmare and Albus.

He listened without interrupting me, allowing me to vent.

Once he was done comforting me about my nightmare, I asked, " And what about Albus? I haven't done anything wrong to him, not once."

James seemed equally upset about Albus's problem but he sighed and squeezed my shoulders, " Don't worry about him, he just needs to grow up."

"What do you think is wrong with him though? Is there something I can do to help him, or at least fix it if it is about me?"

James shook his head, " I don't think it is about you."

I looked at him, "The who? Cause he defiantly has something against me right now."

James looked straight ahead of him, " I think it he and his girlfriend are fighting."

I stared at him in shock.

Girlfriend.

Soooo...

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